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Aug 2019
I'm steaming my ******

You're cooking

freshly showered

drenched hair

towel left to warm the floor

The kitchen counter

becomes my burlesque stage

lit in your

alluring stare

you revel

in the backdrop of

my exposed

cravings

With that hungry look

you cannot resist

shifting towards me

honouring my body with

all your attention
Ally
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Ally  45/F/South Africa
(45/F/South Africa)   
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